Monday I think. 39° they say. Been a good weekend. I was well enough to go see Mike on Saturday. Bill came home around 4 AM on Saturday, after a long day’s journey of a bus trip. He knew what he was getting himself into and he was prepared. He was basically out cold when I left around noon.

I took a Lyft to Mike’s crib. Saturday bus schedules can be a bit much and I think the bus trip from Hoboken to Jewett Ave was where I picked up the bug that waylaid me last week, so I wanted to avoid that. I talk to the drivers after scanning for the most economical ride.

The driver on Saturday afternoon was from Sierra Leone and was surprised that I knew where Sierra Leone was, and even more surprised when I played some tracks from the Sierra Leone Refugee All Stars collection I had on my phone. He even identified the track, which is the title of this entry for this here blog.

Mike’s apartment is coming along slowly. Needs furniture that’s for sure. All I can do is send links to Target for kitchen table and chair sets that are within his price range. After a few hours of our afternoon play date, I was in another Lyft heading home. This driver was nice as well but I did not inquire as to where he was from.

He wasn’t from here and that doesn’t matter to me. He was a good guy and we had a far-ranging conversation about language and whatnot. Soon I was home. Bill was up and active though soon to go to bed. I stayed up for a while, and then off to bed, exhausted.

The next day was Sunday. Bill and I had a plan to go to the Hoboken Historical Museum to see Rand and view Tim Daly’s exhibition. It was a good turnout with a few friends from old times. And Jack Silbert who put his imprimatur on the event by showing up. It seems like an event is not an event unless Jack Silbert makes an appearance.

Rand was himself, of course, he and Lisa were off to St. John’s today, just some time in the Caribbean Sun. Lisa was on her way to the museum and we did wait a while to see her but she hadn’t arrived when Bill and I had to head out.

It seemed that the bug that Rand had over the NEw Year’s week, was a variation on the bug I had last week. Feeling ill and crappy, seemingly better one day and then awful the next day.

We were off to the supermarket and meandering around with our banter when we ran into Julio and his son, Christian. I wasn’t sure of it was Julio since this bloke was wearing glasses but it was. A nice hug and a quick chat with the two of them.

They were returning from a Boy Scouts camping trip, Friday evening to Sunday. They had a good time. I remember going on a camping trip with my Boy Scout Troop 117 in 1975. Mandy by Barry Manilow was in the top ten that week in 1975, as well as the Carpenter’s Please Mister Postman which to my embarrassment was the first version of that classic that I had heard. Not the Marvelettes nor the Beatles, which is cooler than the Carpenter’s but oh Karen Carpenter’s voice…

After leaving Julio & Chris to head home, Bill and I were in the direction fo Debbie Schwartz who was wandering around wanting to buy eggs. We took her under our wing and brought her to the supermarket where she took out a loan and bought a dozen eggs as well as quail eggs.

It was a fun day and we came home where I made the usual Saturday night dinner on Sunday night. Bill liked it but I thought I overcooked the pasta. It was quite filling nonetheless.